words
words are everywhere
under your eyelashes
behind your tongue
the scratches on the tables
on the faded photographs
the bags under your eyes
the dried tears on your cheeks
the lacerations on your thighs and wrists
the splattered paints on the canvas
the fogged windshields and mirrors
the stain on your shirt
the smudged lipstick
the disheveled hair
the smell of alcohol in your mouth
the broken mirrors
the bleeding knuckles
the wrinkled skin
the hesitant and fake smiles
the melody of songs
the crack of your voice
the ear-splitting sound of gun
the stillness of the night
words
yes, they are everywhere.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoésieSometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
